Kishtan: Bad sleep

It is kind of boring in here. Nothing but white, an endless white, with a tiny bit of green sparks. Normally that would have been a blazing green through all the energy of Yggdrasil, but that is gone now, either invested that the world tree doesn't collapse and the worlds with it or into me and my problems with the demonic aura or whatever it was. This was so annoying. Had I known that this would happen, I would have demanded something against and not that demon race-changing pill that would only bring problems for everybody else.

Willing some colour on the white walls around me, I bring some ambiance into the empty sphere. 'Ah, already better' Next, some nice furniture appeared around me and soon my old living room stood there with a warm and brown shine that stood out in the emptiness of the surrounding white.

I sat down and with a 'pfooosh' the air in my leather chair deflated and I literally sunk into it. This is life! "Hahaha", this is too comical. Everybody else is working their arse off, while I sit here, reading a book. And a litrpg, at that. A book popped up in my hand and the light behind my chair began shining.

The content was about the apocalypse happening to the world and everybody gets a system that helps them get stronger. Reading a few chapters, I remember that I am the protagonist of the story and close the book. After all, I would spoil the plot if I read it already. The apocalypse has already happened, which was the meteor that extinguished most of life on Earth - or the trapping in the game, if you count that as an apocalypse. Now that nearly everybody was in the game, they had the system after all.

Standing up, I walk in circles, trying to figure out my goals, now that everybody was already trapped in here and I experienced their fright about the situation at which I laughed my ass off, as the main contributor behind the scenes. And the best thing was: After the announcement was sent out, the player base swore at the developers for their predicament, since the paparazzi didn't take the fact serious that they didn't develop the game but had help and only published it in their name. This fact helped me to not gain four billion enemies that all came from the same world as I and that had a frightening growth potential

The special thing was about this bubble, in which I was, that it was placed in my head. This was possible through the special effect of the world tree energy that mostly worked in my head against the aura of the demon heart that wanted to take over my unconscious thoughts to destroy and wreak havoc in the mortal world. Maybe, taking in the demon heart during my first few minutes was a bit of a reckless move.

'However! I can't think about such useless stuff that I can't change anyway. And maybe that was a bit of an overkill to declare to come out only after a month after the quest was sent out.' Such quests did take a long time after all. And the one for peace couldn't yet be solved, because the players were currently on a world that was off limits to anyone else than me and themselves.

Thinking about them, I haven't yet really looked after them, like a responsible god-father should.

And wait a minute! What if I lived like a mortal on the worlds, without any of my special attachments and upgrades that would affect my race. Theoretically, I would take out every buff the made me special and live like a normal man, without any effect of supernatural things, except that I not really would be normal and could give out secret legacies, which made it fun to live on the world and see the world fight against each other.

A dangerous gleam appeared again in my eyes. Argh! I hit myself on the head and my eyes regained their clarity. What a stupid thing that I still needed so long for that damn potion to come. Still 29 days to go.

I waited another day in this emptiness and finally I couldn't hold back anymore. 'Fine, I won't stay here, even though it will be so much more dangerous without my special racial abilities, I don't want to stay here anymore.'

With a tiny bit of guilt that was directed at my children's effort of trying to gather the needed materials for me, while I would go into danger, completely neglecting their care.

But actually, if I thought about it, they didn't need to know that I was gone, I just had to be back before they came with the potion to my place and I could drink it, assume my power once again and do something about getting out of the game and trying to expand into space and finding new civilizations to rob... err... exploit... err... negotiate, that's it.